His mood was greatly improved now, but Regan could still feel the negativity hanging around the fringes of his consciousness. He hated it, hated that he could be pulled down so easily lately, but it was what it was. “That’s more than I can claim,” he answered with a faint smile. “Sciences of any sort were never particularly my strong suit, so you’re likely more use than I am when it comes to recreating things.” Although maybe only marginally. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right about that.”
Conversations did go both ways. So was it better or worse that both he and Kori were equally responsible for the lack of communication over the past couple of months? “Well, you’re the almost-psychologist here, so maybe you’re right, maybe we could help each other.” It could end up being a lot like when he would wind up talking to Leah about things, an understanding ear that didn’t judge him for his struggles. “Lately it seems like I’ve got this knack for turning every conversation into talking about Soli in some way.” Because everything reminded him of his wife, basically. He gave Toby and small smile when the other man told him that everything would be okay. “Is that your professional opinion?”
“Makes sense, I mean everyone needs role models.” Regan let the conversation end there, not wanting to drag it out since it was likely a bit hard for Toby to talk about being a single parent – or maybe he was projecting his own feelings again, assuming it was a tough subject.
Regan paused to think about that question for a moment. Daily would have been overkill, but there were times on the job that it felt like that. “At least a couple of times a week, if not more.” They had honestly been some of the most frustrating calls, partly because it seemed like the same kids puling the same stupid stunt over and over again. “True, the safehouses in the city are pretty awful.” Not that he had spent much time in any one safehouse, no, he had honestly spent more time traveling than he in any one of the safe houses. “Pretty sure hell would have to freeze over before Evan became like the government people.”
“Yeah, April,” Regan confirmed with a nod. “And I think you’re probably right, she doesn’t seem like the type who’d be against it,” he paused a moment before asking. “Who was it you saw with lie detection?” If they could get both a telepath and someone with lie detection on their side, well, they’d probably have a better chance of finding this guy. “Do you think our spray painter could be mentally resistant to abilities?” That would just complicate everything, which wasn’t a thought that really pleased him. “Yeah, well, not everyone would step up and help out.”
Shaking his head, Regan could admit Toby had a point. Most people – himself included – did want to do what they wanted. It was the bigger person who could set those desires aside and focus on the good of the many. “True, and in this world sometimes doing a little bit of what you want is the only way to stay sane,” he paused before adding. “I’d like to say we’re selfless like that, but I think it’s just more of a sense of responsibility than selflessness.”